SEBASTIAN
I try to make her happy. Day after day, night after night - I bleed into the hours just to see her smile, just to see a flicker of light in those eyes she hides from me. But still... all she ever says is she wants to go home.Why hasn't she looked at me? Days. Weeks. Now months. And it's like I'm invisible to her. She doesn't seem happy with me anymore.I'm trying - fuck, I'm trying so hard to make her love me back. But all she ever wants is to run. To escape me.The monster she thinks I am. But she's wrong. This little bunny? She likes being chased, doesn't she? She just doesn't know it yet. I punched the wall today. Split my knuckles open just to feel something. Just to remind myself I'm still here. Still watching. I don't want to ruin her. No? I want to fuck her so hard she forgets how to run. I want her stuck - so deep in me she couldn't leave even if she tried. If I get her pregnant? If she carries a part of me inside her, Then maybe? just maybe? She'll stay. She'll have to stay. Happily ever after, right? No more running, Melisa. No more games. After this?You're never getting away from me again. Home? Home to what? To no one? To a dead grandmother buried six feet under? To a world that spat her out, made her invisible, discarded her like she was nothing?
No.
I see her.
I hear her.
I love her.
And still she treats me like I'm the villain - like I'm the one dragging her into darkness. She doesn't understand. She doesn't understand how hard it is to hold back this madness just for her. How I burn with it. How I cage it - just so she doesn't see what I'm capable of. But if loving her makes me mad, then I will sink into insanity with a crown of her name on my head.
She makes me feel worthless when she begs to leave. Every time she cries for freedom, it's like she's twisting a knife in my chest. Doesn't she see it? Doesn't she understand what I've done for her? What would I do for her? I would kill for her. I have. I would burn down the world just so she has a castle to stand in. I would tear the sky apart and rebuild it if she wanted blue instead of gray.
She only needs to say the word.
But still... She speaks of escape. Like I'm a monster. Like I don't love her with every single breath in my lungs. Her voice echoes in every part of me, her soft pleads, her desperate cries, they live inside the spaces between my ribs.
They haunt me, and still I crave them. She doesn't know what she's done to me.
No, she can't be free. She's already mine. And in my world - my kingdom of devotion and madness, I will give her everything she wants? Everything, except the door. Because freedom means losing her. And I would rather die than live in a world where Melisa walks away from me. The door to the basement creaked open, and instantly, something was wrong. Too quiet. Too still. My footsteps echoed across the cold cement floor as I scanned the room, heart pounding, breath shallow.
Then I saw it.
The small window in the far corner - shattered.
Glass splintered across the ground like a trail of betrayal. The metal frame bent just enough for her fragile body to slip through.
She ran.
She left me.
My chest tightened. The silence cracked. And then - "MELISAAAAAA!!!"
My voice thundered, swallowed by the walls, trembling with fury. "COME BACK HERE!!!" I slammed my fist against the wall so hard my knuckles split open - blood smearing across the cement like war paint. She escaped. She dared to run. I spun around, grabbed the axe propped against the corner - my old companion, my promise of control. The weight in my hand grounded me, fueled me. She thinks she can leave me?
She thinks she can crawl through a window and disappear from me like she's not the only reason I breathe?
No.
She's mine.
I will find her. The forest, the fields, the shadows. I'll tear them all apart. I will carve open the earth if I have to, dig her out with my bare hands. I can find her. She can't hide from me. Because this isn't just an obsession anymore. This is love twisted into purpose. And if I can't have her? "No... I'm not going to kill her." I whispered it to the shadows like a vow, like a confession to the darkness wrapped around my heart. "But she will suffer." She has to understand. She has to feel it. The fear, the helplessness, the fire in her veins when she realizes. She belongs to me. Forever. This is her punishment for running. For betraying the sanctuary I built with my own hands. For thinking... even for a second, that the world outside would love her better than I do.
Drip... drip...
I froze.
A streak. Dark red against the pale concrete.
Blood.
Her blood.
My Melisa's blood.
I fell to my knees, trembling fingers grazing the droplets like they were sacred. She must have cut herself climbing through the broken glass. "Fuck... no, no - " my voice cracked. Not because I was angry. Because I was afraid. She's hurt.
And she's out there. Alone. In pain. "Where the fuck are you, Melisa?" I shouted, rage slicing through the quiet. My voice echoed like a gunshot across the cold air. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" I wanted to scream at the sky, shake the earth until she fell into my arms again. She thinks I'm the monster. But she doesn't see - this pain, this obsession... it's only because I love her so much it's killing me from the inside. I gripped the axe tighter. Not to use it on her. Never her. But on anything that tries to take her from me again. I will burn this whole place down if I have to, just to keep her close.
"You're mine, Melisa..." I whispered into the night, eyes scanning the blood trail. "You don't get to run from me. Not anymore." The corridors stretched endlessly, walls lined with history long forgotten, cloaked antiques standing like silent witnesses to my unraveling. White sheets draped over shapes like ghosts watching me from the dark, dust hanging heavy in the air like smoke. My boots crunched against the floor, each step deliberate, each breath sharpened by fury and... longing.
I could smell her. The sweetness of her skin mixed with the iron tang of blood. Her presence pulsed in the air - like her heartbeat was echoing through the room itself. She's here. My little runaway is hiding in this graveyard of the past.
"My Melisa..." I whispered low, almost tenderly, my hand gliding along the dusty surface of an old piano as I passed it. "I promise I'll be good. My little girl... Please, show up now. I don't want to play this game anymore." But the silence mocked me. The shadows swallowed my plea whole. And that small, sick part of me, the darker half that's been clawing at my soul, began to stir.
She thinks she can run.
She thinks she can escape me.
"Melisa!" I shouted now, voice echoing like thunder between these dead walls. My grip tightened on the axe, not for her. Never for her. But maybe the floor. Or the wall. Or the door she's hiding behind.
"Come out now! Or if I find you... if I catch you..." my voice dropped to a guttural growl, "...you won't like me when I'm mad." I paused. Silence again. But I knew she was here. Somewhere in the dark. Watching. Shaking. Bleeding.
"I hate being mad, Melisa. You make me this way. But I'll forgive you. Like I always do. I'll clean your wounds. I'll hold you. I'll make you waffles. Just... don't make me chase you again." I turned a corner. A white sheet fluttered slightly. And for a second, I swore, I saw a shadow dart behind the old armoire. A cruel smile curled at my lips.
She is really a little bunny hiding in different holes, isn't she cute? But for God Sake! Melisa I love when you run away from me sometimes it turns me on, you really love being chased. Then what a future husband I will be if I cannot fulfill what she really likes.
Found you.
"MELISAAAAAA!!! YOU CANNOT HIDE AND RUN AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted teasing her so much. I love how she is terrified and her tears fall down everytime he sees me. Her heartbeat and her muffled shout covering her mouth as I imagine it drives me insane looking so hopeless and needy for escape. Run little bunny run? One step, two steps. She is going to run away from Sebastian Vale. My voice in my head sabotages me. NO! she can't and I will not let that happen.
I try to make her happy. Day after day, night after night - I bleed into the hours just to see her smile, just to see a flicker of light in those eyes she hides from me. But still... all she ever says is she wants to go home.Why hasn't she looked at me? Days. Weeks. Now months. And it's like I'm invisible to her. She doesn't seem happy with me anymore.I'm trying - fuck, I'm trying so hard to make her love me back. But all she ever wants is to run. To escape me.The monster she thinks I am. But she's wrong. This little bunny? She likes being chased, doesn't she? She just doesn't know it yet. I punched the wall today. Split my knuckles open just to feel something. Just to remind myself I'm still here. Still watching. I don't want to ruin her. No? I want to fuck her so hard she forgets how to run. I want her stuck - so deep in me she couldn't leave even if she tried. If I get her pregnant? If she carries a part of me inside her, Then maybe? just maybe? She'll stay. She'll have to stay. Happily ever after, right? No more running, Melisa. No more games. After this?You're never getting away from me again. Home? Home to what? To no one? To a dead grandmother buried six feet under? To a world that spat her out, made her invisible, discarded her like she was nothing?
No.
I see her.
I hear her.
I love her.
And still she treats me like I'm the villain - like I'm the one dragging her into darkness. She doesn't understand. She doesn't understand how hard it is to hold back this madness just for her. How I burn with it. How I cage it - just so she doesn't see what I'm capable of. But if loving her makes me mad, then I will sink into insanity with a crown of her name on my head.
She makes me feel worthless when she begs to leave. Every time she cries for freedom, it's like she's twisting a knife in my chest. Doesn't she see it? Doesn't she understand what I've done for her? What would I do for her? I would kill for her. I have. I would burn down the world just so she has a castle to stand in. I would tear the sky apart and rebuild it if she wanted blue instead of gray.
She only needs to say the word.
But still... She speaks of escape. Like I'm a monster. Like I don't love her with every single breath in my lungs. Her voice echoes in every part of me, her soft pleads, her desperate cries, they live inside the spaces between my ribs.
They haunt me, and still I crave them. She doesn't know what she's done to me.
No, she can't be free. She's already mine. And in my world - my kingdom of devotion and madness, I will give her everything she wants? Everything, except the door. Because freedom means losing her. And I would rather die than live in a world where Melisa walks away from me. The door to the basement creaked open, and instantly, something was wrong. Too quiet. Too still. My footsteps echoed across the cold cement floor as I scanned the room, heart pounding, breath shallow.
Then I saw it.
The small window in the far corner - shattered.
Glass splintered across the ground like a trail of betrayal. The metal frame bent just enough for her fragile body to slip through.
She ran.
She left me.
My chest tightened. The silence cracked. And then - "MELISAAAAAA!!!"
My voice thundered, swallowed by the walls, trembling with fury. "COME BACK HERE!!!" I slammed my fist against the wall so hard my knuckles split open - blood smearing across the cement like war paint. She escaped. She dared to run. I spun around, grabbed the axe propped against the corner - my old companion, my promise of control. The weight in my hand grounded me, fueled me. She thinks she can leave me?
She thinks she can crawl through a window and disappear from me like she's not the only reason I breathe?
No.
She's mine.
I will find her. The forest, the fields, the shadows. I'll tear them all apart. I will carve open the earth if I have to, dig her out with my bare hands. I can find her. She can't hide from me. Because this isn't just an obsession anymore. This is love twisted into purpose. And if I can't have her? "No... I'm not going to kill her." I whispered it to the shadows like a vow, like a confession to the darkness wrapped around my heart. "But she will suffer." She has to understand. She has to feel it. The fear, the helplessness, the fire in her veins when she realizes. She belongs to me. Forever. This is her punishment for running. For betraying the sanctuary I built with my own hands. For thinking... even for a second, that the world outside would love her better than I do.
Drip... drip...
I froze.
A streak. Dark red against the pale concrete.
Blood.
Her blood.
My Melisa's blood.
I fell to my knees, trembling fingers grazing the droplets like they were sacred. She must have cut herself climbing through the broken glass. "Fuck... no, no - " my voice cracked. Not because I was angry. Because I was afraid. She's hurt.
And she's out there. Alone. In pain. "Where the fuck are you, Melisa?" I shouted, rage slicing through the quiet. My voice echoed like a gunshot across the cold air. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" I wanted to scream at the sky, shake the earth until she fell into my arms again. She thinks I'm the monster. But she doesn't see - this pain, this obsession... it's only because I love her so much it's killing me from the inside. I gripped the axe tighter. Not to use it on her. Never her. But on anything that tries to take her from me again. I will burn this whole place down if I have to, just to keep her close.
"You're mine, Melisa..." I whispered into the night, eyes scanning the blood trail. "You don't get to run from me. Not anymore." The corridors stretched endlessly, walls lined with history long forgotten, cloaked antiques standing like silent witnesses to my unraveling. White sheets draped over shapes like ghosts watching me from the dark, dust hanging heavy in the air like smoke. My boots crunched against the floor, each step deliberate, each breath sharpened by fury and... longing.
I could smell her. The sweetness of her skin mixed with the iron tang of blood. Her presence pulsed in the air - like her heartbeat was echoing through the room itself. She's here. My little runaway is hiding in this graveyard of the past.
"My Melisa..." I whispered low, almost tenderly, my hand gliding along the dusty surface of an old piano as I passed it. "I promise I'll be good. My little girl... Please, show up now. I don't want to play this game anymore." But the silence mocked me. The shadows swallowed my plea whole. And that small, sick part of me, the darker half that's been clawing at my soul, began to stir.
She thinks she can run.
She thinks she can escape me.
"Melisa!" I shouted now, voice echoing like thunder between these dead walls. My grip tightened on the axe, not for her. Never for her. But maybe the floor. Or the wall. Or the door she's hiding behind.
"Come out now! Or if I find you... if I catch you..." my voice dropped to a guttural growl, "...you won't like me when I'm mad." I paused. Silence again. But I knew she was here. Somewhere in the dark. Watching. Shaking. Bleeding.
"I hate being mad, Melisa. You make me this way. But I'll forgive you. Like I always do. I'll clean your wounds. I'll hold you. I'll make you waffles. Just... don't make me chase you again." I turned a corner. A white sheet fluttered slightly. And for a second, I swore, I saw a shadow dart behind the old armoire. A cruel smile curled at my lips.
She is really a little bunny hiding in different holes, isn't she cute? But for God Sake! Melisa I love when you run away from me sometimes it turns me on, you really love being chased. Then what a future husband I will be if I cannot fulfill what she really likes.
Found you.
"MELISAAAAAA!!! YOU CANNOT HIDE AND RUN AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted teasing her so much. I love how she is terrified and her tears fall down everytime he sees me. Her heartbeat and her muffled shout covering her mouth as I imagine it drives me insane looking so hopeless and needy for escape. Run little bunny run? One step, two steps. She is going to run away from Sebastian Vale. My voice in my head sabotages me. NO! she can't and I will not let that happen.
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